User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Redwall Wars:Civilizations/@comment-1031927-20091124204756

The warm glow spreads o'er the sand, gladdening my heart. The cut on my cheek throbs, and I wash it with seawater, gritting my teeth as I wait for the salt water to agitate my wound.

No pain. I frown and rinse it again, noting the loss of pain. I wish I had a still pond to look into, instead of crashing waves. I know of nothing that causes such pain-loss.

A twig snaps and something emerges from the jungle.